Fiction

The ominous clouds meandered in the sky, lightning electrocuting the air while Philip grimaced on his bed– or soon to be deathbed.

“Roger that– I’ll meet you there to discuss the suspects” buzzed Officer Spormore’s voice through my walkie-talkie as I sat down in the meeting room in the police station.

Breath. You have to breathe to make it through the second. Through the minute. Through the hour. Through the day. Through the week. Through the month. Through the year. Through your lifetime.

Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!

“As you approach the cart, you hear a faint sound of shuffling in one of the crates, as if-“

“I smash it with my mace!!”

“RUE!!”

     There is something about her, thought the universe as it sat perched upon the cliff of infinity.

This is the blurb for the book I'm writing and it's a little terrifying... The first book is called A Final Light

                        ~ Adelyn Grace

The teacher asked a question. I knew the answer. I was sure of it. Of course nobody wanted to hear it from me, so I just kept my mouth shut. Like always. This was just how my day went. Something went wrong? No one wants to hear it.

The Cat watches the city as veins of smoke rise from chimneys. The moon has drowned the city in that dark ocean known as Night. The street lamps but small stepping stones which lead travellers down forgotten streets. 

Hi! I'm not exactly sure who I am writing to, but it seems right to say hi. My name is Astrid, and I'll get right to the point.

Dear love, 

The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.

There, on the shelf in my attic, hugged by the pictures and drawings my sister had created, these two shoes sit surrounded yet alone.